Last week I got the best news of my career -- I booked a NIKE Golf commercial. It was an amazing experience as my first SAG-AFTRA union project, to work with true professionals who were respectful, friendly and efficient. I had grilled salmon for lunch.

The commercial came about in a strange way. I auditioned one week, was called back the next. Immediately after the callback I was put on avail, where I remained for a week. This is where it gets weird... I was released from avail and then put back on avail two days later (something my agent said she had never seen happen before). A couple days passed. Then, late on a Tuesday afternoon, I got a call from Joan, my agent at Pinnacle, telling me she had "good news." BOOKED. Call Grandma.

That same afternoon I went to celebrate with a cocktail, the only way I know how. I got a call from an unknown number, presumably the production company behind the NIKE commercial, but it just so happened to be another casting company requesting a callback for a beer commercial shooting in Vancouver. "Sorry," I told her, "but I just booked a national commercial that shoots tomorrow and won't be able to make the session." Too much good news.

Since the commercial Joan has been sending me out a ton. I rewarded her with an apple cinnamon bread pudding and vanilla bean ice cream. That'll do, Joan. That'll do. *closes gate*

I make believe to make you believe.

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"The Music of the Moon"

potential

That's all there ever is. That's all there ever was. That's all there ever will be.

pure abstract potential

It's there when you wake up in the morning. And it's there as you fall asleep at night. It's everywhere - around us, within us. It appears insufficient to the cynical some, magnificent to the optimistic others and absent to the unlucky few.

It's the human's only constant in this universe. The hope, the promise.